Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 29, artist - Yulian. Date of issue: 28.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Spanish
29(original) |
| Me gusta el dinero, tengo tantas prenda parezco un joyero |
| Todos tus niggas me miran con celo |
| Ustedes son pussy midan con el hielo |
| Rest in peace my g disparando al cielo |
| Mi historia es un libro de Paulo Cohelo |
| Si subo pal norte llamo a Rafaelo |
| Siempre tamo fly con un pal de cuero |
| Yo estaba en piso me pare del suelo |
| Ello no son trap, yo nací en el ghetto |
| Prendimos los láser pa' tu coro entero |
| Hacemos música pa' jolopero |
| El pote de pali me tiene liviano |
| Todo lo que capeo de primera mano |
| Te tumbe la careta, los palos vibran en la mano |
| La música y yo vamos de la mano |
| No caben to lo cualto en la Ferragamo |
| La calle me llama y yo siempre temprano |
| Subiendo lo digito e que maquinamos |
| Me querían abajo pero demostramos |
| No tengo amigos mis Gs son hermanos |
| Le puse diamantes a mi Giorgio Milano |
| Me case con el trap… ramo |
| Me gusta el dinero, tengo tantas prenda parezco un joyero |
| Todos tus niggas me miran con celo |
| Ustedes son pussy midan con el hielo |
| Rest in peace my g disparando al cielo |
| Mi historia es un libro de Paulo Cohelo |
| Si subo pal norte llamo a Rafaelo |
| Siempre tamo fly con un pal de cuero |
| Yo estaba en piso me pare del suelo |
| Ello no son trap, yo nací en el ghetto |
| Prendimos los láser pa' tu coro entero |
| Hacemos música pa' jolopero |
| (translation) |
| I like money, I have so many clothes I look like a jeweler |
| All your niggas look at me jealously |
| You are pussy measure with the ice |
| Rest in peace my g shooting at the sky |
| My story is a book by Paulo Cohelo |
| If I go north I call Rafaelo |
| I always tamo fly with a leather pal |
| I was on the floor I got off the ground |
| They are not trap, I was born in the ghetto |
| We turned on the lasers for your entire choir |
| We make music for jolopero |
| The pot of pali has me light |
| Everything I weather first hand |
| I knocked your mask over, the sticks vibrate in your hand |
| Music and I go hand in hand |
| They don't fit all that in the Ferragamo |
| The street calls me and I am always early |
| Uploading the digit and that we scheme |
| They wanted me down but we proved |
| I have no friends my Gs are brothers |
| I put diamonds on my Giorgio Milano |
| I married the trap… bouquet |
| I like money, I have so many clothes I look like a jeweler |
| All your niggas look at me jealously |
| You are pussy measure with the ice |
| Rest in peace my g shooting at the sky |
| My story is a book by Paulo Cohelo |
| If I go north I call Rafaelo |
| I always tamo fly with a leather pal |
| I was on the floor I got off the ground |
| They are not trap, I was born in the ghetto |
| We turned on the lasers for your entire choir |
| We make music for jolopero |